Hearing Yue Qingqing's words, Jun Feifei tried desperately to recall.
But as a sixth-grader, it was very difficult for Jun Feifei to remember what had happened a few days ago.
She couldn't recall when the first curse had worked.
Had she encountered any strange people before? Jun Feifei could indeed think of many.
The janitor she had seen at her father's company.
The old lady on the street collecting glass bottles and cans.
The gardener at her home who often liked to shirk work on the lawn and was driven away by Jun Feifei after she caught him.
Jun Feifei thought of many people, each one suspicious.
The more she let her imagination run wild, the more her head felt like a tangled mess, especially with a burning forehead; she dared not speak.
Yue Qingqing could only comfort the unlucky child, "We should be careful with our words in the future; it probably won't have much impact, and I will help you find this person later on."
